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JOCK O' HAZELDEAN Why weep ye by the tide, lady Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son And ye shall be his bride And ye shall be his bride, lady Sae comely to be seen But aye she let the tears doon fa' For Jock o' Hazeldean. Now let this willfu' grief be done And dry that cheek sae pale Young Frank is chief of Errington And laird o' Langley-dale His step is first in peaceful ha' His sword in battle keen But aye she let the tears doon fa' For Jock o' Hazeldean. A chain of gold ye shall not lack Nor braid to bind your hair Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk Nor palfrey fresh and fair. And you, the foremost o' them a' Shall ride our forrest queen But aye she let the tears doon fa' For Jock o' Hazeldean. The kirk was deck'd at morningtide The tapers glimmer'd fair The priest and bridegroom wait the bride And dame and knight were there They sought her baith by bower and ha' The lady was na' seen She's o'er the border and awa' Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Traditional Scottish ballad Child #293 Recorded by Pricilla Herdman- Water Lilies, Joan Sprung- Pictures, Redpath- Father Adam @Scottish @courtship filename[ JOCKHZLD TUNE FILE: JOCKHZLD CLICK TO PLAY DC |
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